Move over cheese, in this luxurious palette appeasing pesto, I have found a vital replacement for your madness and plan on making it at least three times a month. Which means upping the workout factor.
Oh well.
Though my heart beats- pesto, pesto, pesto at each bite, true love will always be the Almighty Chocolate.
Homey comforting meals make me almost want to have a date, but engorging on flavors so addicting, how can sharing ever be a possibility? Not anxious for the "why is there more on your plate than mine?" battles.
The relationship with the fridge does have its romantic enjoyment.
Leftovers are like good children- to be savored and congratulated proudly.
But difference is the whole fork issue...